Need to Know the Flavor

Lyrics

Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on now, do it! Here comes the Lord, the Grand with the Master Step in my path and my wrath is to blast ya Cast ya to pasture then after the laughter Go to work, ha, and I'll flip if I have to I'm built for speed and I'm made to last ya So fast, I passed ya, you flipped when I asked ya "Can any other rapper hang?" you said, hell no Vernacular slanging and miss thang, I sell no Dope, crack, cocaine, 'cause it's slain Too many brothers and sisters, and that's a shame I'd rather chill and cold pimp the honeys Extort the moneys, lamp with the bunnies Play with the players and rap with the best of them Slay the DJers and lamp with the rest of them Light up a room like a Roman candle And turn out the lights for those who can't handle Mics will be rocked, boots will be knocked Caz will be jocked, hammers will be cocked Back if you don't know how to act So ease back, new jack, before you get a smack Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on now, do it! Well I'm swinging just like Tarzan I rock races, places from Earth to Mars and States, cities, countries, and continents I use phrases, vowels, and consonants And causes rhymes without pauses I take no losses, yours is the boss's choice My voice reaches the masses Jackasses failing rap classes Caz is the fastest, first on the microphone Homegrown, stoned to the bone Alone on the throne, Lord is my pedigree You wanna rock your pop-pop? You'd better be Studying, yeah, call up your buddy and Cram for this exam 'cause I am A scholar with a dollar, markin' report cards You wanna battle? Meet me in the courtyard One on one in a heavyweight bout And like a date I'll take ya out I'll leave you shipwrecked, yeah, like Gilligan I'll make you bankrupt while I make a mil again Ain't no rocks in this bankroll And paper I convert into the shape of Dollars and cents and dead presidents And if I can't go through the gate, I'll hop the fence I got a crew that'll bowl you over Ain't no stopping power in the Cassanova Maestro, take it to the bridge Yo, give me a mic and I'll give you a dope rhyme Sucker wanna bite? Then he better hope I'm In a state of unconsciousness, I'd have to be out cold Because the mic'll be so hot, if you wanna hold it You'll need the grip of a ninja Think you're the fun, punk? You get injured Shattered to pieces like a vase that's crystal Or doing your dome in from a Calico pistol I broke it in half so don't laugh 'cause I'm serious You wanna see GMC? Here he is High as a kite, in full-effect mode As fly as a jet, you can bet that my dress code Is up to par, my album's slammin' I know who you are but I don't give a damn, and If you want static, GMC'll floor you With a nine automatic I might show, so before you Go runnin' around with your nose all snotty Need to know the flavor go ask somebody Nee— Need to know the flavor Need to know the flavor Need to know the flavor Nee— Need to know the flavor Need to know the flavor go ask somebody Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on Caz Go ahead Caz, come on now, do it!